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The paranoia it brought on was swift and aggressive.
I struggled to not make a scene and freak out, feeling sweat gather on the back of my neck. It’s just a song, I told myself. From my peripheral, Gracelyn picked up on it as well. She gave me a tight-lipped smile and gently squeezed my arm, downplaying her own concerns.
We cruised past the turnoff and continued for a good ten minutes before the shuttle took a side road. After another two miles or so it became apparent all signs of civilization were being left behind.
“This isn’t right Lana,” Gracelyn whispered.
Agreed. I didn’t have a good feeling about this either. I wanted to chalk it up to us being overdramatic, but the further we ventured down this stretch of road the worse my nerves twisted my stomach.
Why did it look like it was getting darker? Where were all the other cars?
There was a sign coming up on the right. I peered around Gracelyn to get a clearer look at it. “Route Six-One-Six,” I read out loud as we zipped right passed it.
Gracelyn turned to Melantha. “GPS how far the airport is from here.
“Already on it.”
“What the fucks that?” came from one of the twins.
I peered over my shoulder, and then straight ahead to follow his gaze, poking my head around the seat in front of me so I had an unobs
tructed view. When I saw what we were approaching, the knot in my stomach became almost painful. All that was visible was a vast blanket of white.
The driver kept going, his speed gradually increasing, like this was totally normal when it clearly wasn’t. There was no way he could see. None.
Low murmurs filled the air, a few people beginning to voice their concerns.
“My phone isn’t picking up our location, and this route isn’t on my maps,” Melantha said, leaning forward to show us her screen.
Gracelyn brushed her hair away from her face, tucking the blonde ombre locks behind her back. “Is that normal?”
No.
“I’m sure its fine,” Ciaran reassured her.
He didn’t sound as if he believed that. I wouldn’t say he seemed worried, more like aware of the fact that things were looking extra sketchy.
The front of the shuttle entered the fog and the radio crackled. Music was replaced with an audible static. As a thick cloud of white swallowed us whole, a rhythmic voice began to speak.
Ave Satanas, something wicked this way comes. It’s time for the reckoning to begin.
Enter the Devil’s Playground wary where you tread, for demons are lurking with trickery up their sleeves.
Here good and bad cease to exist, and not all will make it to the end.
The price of freedom will be revealed only after bloodshed and rapture.
A claiming of one and purging of others.
The voice stopped short and the song resumed. I shared a look with the girls. That didn’t seem like regular station interference.
There was no mistaking what was said. Each word had been precise and clear as crystal.
“What’s going on?” another man yelled at the driver.
He didn’t get a response.
The radio cut off just as a loud bang erupted from outside the shuttle. The sound seemed to come from every direction. Someone screamed as the bus rocked from side to side, swerving through the fog.
